#dragonfist

[reverse2057]

My newest piece for Goku Day! Drew him in his Ultra Instinct -Sign- or Omen form with his Dragonfist move! I included a cropped version and the bigger version. Prints can be purchased via my artstation! https://www.artstation.com/reverse2057/prints  

#GokuDay #GokuDay2022 #悟空の日2022 #悟空の日

[dragonballclassic]

[officialmollymauktealeaf]

Why not talk about our main man Ganon? What's your favorite Ganondorf design? You got any headcanons about him? Or just anything you really like about him?

Hyrule Warriors Ocarina of Time costume drives me nuts bro I love it so fucking much? And idc if its cheating but SSB Ganon is also a huge fave???The artwork design for Ocarina of Time is also a big howdy 

My dude I am so glad you asked but honestly I don’t think you’ll be glad because you’re about to get some fucking essays. I literally had to get my laptop so I could properly write all of this up???? 

HCs:

Growing up he was ridiculously short and the Gerudos would make fun of him for it. They were very harsh on him, regardless of him being next in line as king and would say he’d always be too weak to do anything; that someone that small could never be destined for greatness and that he would let them all down. He took this all to heart but not the way you might think. He internalized it and made excuses for them, saying his people were ruthless by nature and they were just trying to get him to “man up”, that they were just scared of change and that he had to do everything possible to not let them down. 

Ignoring the fact that he’s 8 feet tall and unlikely to find someone taller than him, he only seeks out smaller people to surround himself with. The fact that Zant reached his shoulders made him very uncomfortable because he hasn’t been around anyone even near his height in a long time. 

 Having grown up in a desert where water is relatively scarce or at the very least extremely precious, he absolutely detests salty food. This leads to his food being pretty bland.

The weird thing is that as much as he hates it salty things, they’re all he eats. Its as if he’s trying to tell himself that he’s now in a position of power and can afford to eat them without having to worry about water 

He remembers it all. He remembers every life, every defeat, every single minute. 

He isn’t a villain, he’s an antagonist. He’s the antithesis to Link. Where Link is courage, the one who fights for what’s right, Ganon is cowardice, the one who rules over others instead of himself. Ganondorf is a puppet and he’s doomed to always be one. Ganondorf isn’t evil, he’s not bad for the sake of being bad because that would imply he ever had a choice. He knows that everything he does isn’t out of desire, it’s out of obligation. He was raised in a kill or be killed world, ruthlessness drilled into him, expectations of greatness on his shoulders. But even before that he was cursed. Cursed to carry an eternal hatred, a hate that was never his to begin with. 

His mothers were the worst part, not the Gerudos for even after being forced to be a King of Thieves, he realized they were in need of help and that they deserved a better life. He was an ambassador for them, for what they stood for and for what should have been. But behind that he was still on strings, his mothers strings and those of his curse; being told he had to manipulate, he had to kill, had to rule. It was never his choice and even after gaining Power, after being worthy enough to wield part of the triforce, it was never him. It was Demise, it’s always been Demise and he always takes Ganon down with him.

He is resentful. At first, in his first few lives, of Link and of what he did. But soon he realizes it was never Link’s fault. It wasn’t their fault that they were brave, that they loved. He’s resentful Link gets to love, to make allies not out of power but out of trust. He is resentful that he always has to die, always has to fail. He isn’t resentful that he has to be killed or stopped, he wants it to stop. Ganon gets desperate, makes his plans bigger and bigger so that Link has to take action quicker or doom their homeland. 

He likes Link. He likes the courageous little Hylian that will stop at nothing to stop him. He likes Zelda, he likes the compassion and sympathy she hides in her eyes when she sees him. She remembers too and it he knows it. 

What he doesn’t know is that Link remembers. He doesn’t know Link hates it; that they know they’re doomed to this game of cat and mouse always at an arms reach but never close enough to just talk. 

Ganon loses control. He wants to talk to the triforce- no,- curse bearers. He wants them to know he wants peace but his words are never his. The moment he opens his mouth it’s Demise’s hatred conjuring the words, sounding angrier than Ganon has ever felt in his life; he’s not a bad person and he would kill for a chance to prove it. But it seems that though they have learned their history, they all remain doomed to repeat it. 

But then again I’m also fine with him just being straight up evil like who gives a shit he’s still an amazing character through and through? Like, lmao who gives a shit about that sappy stuff I’m super down for him being apologetically evil and owning it? That’s very likely the case and that’s what makes Ganondorf so great. He’s cunning and powerful and he knows what he wants. It’s just always a shame he’s never allowed to obtain what he wants. 

[ubercharge]

funnier than the time i was in the same global chat as moon moon

[jackieyacky]

People started shipping them and I love it 

[blackpalaladin]

In bloom

Brain dump. 

This is actually a surprise for @infinite-atmosphere ;) Enjoy dearest. 

Doomzo / Implied Mchazo

{Warnings: Mentioned sexual content, sad shit}

If there was one thing Akande remembered more vividly than anything in his life, it was the color of cherry blossoms in spring. Soft, fathomless pink petals that floated on a simple breeze and filled the air with a unique fragrance.

He remembers his toes in the koi pond near the edge of the Shimada property, Hanzo beside him. The breeze drifted easy, smooth and took the petals and limbs with it. Multiple shades of pink floated past them, Akande plucked a full bud from the air.

He turned to Hanzo, who was staring at the koi, bright oranges and whites and deep blacks circling their feet.

“Hanzo.” Akande muttered.

That sharp, beautiful face turned to him, eyes narrowed in worry. Rightfully so, as they were fresh out of a meeting neither of them expected to have.

“I do not know if I am capable of being a husband that would be worthy of you.” Hanzo frowns, wrinkling his forehead.

Akande hums, “You will do fine.”

Hanzo’s frown deeps and his eyes are imploring as he meets Akande’s gaze, “I would not love you.”

Akande laughed, deep and full, and tucked the cherry blossom behind Hanzo’s ear. It was bright, beautiful against the mass of black.

“You will learn to love me.”

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

Hanzo is not like the willing men and women Akande could have at his side. They are ready and willing to settle their hand on his arm and walk at his side.

But Hanzo.

Hanzo is no trophy.

He is frightening, bold, and strikes fear in the hearts of men his own father could not control.

It is exhilarating to see such power in a man so small. Akande is infatuated before he can think better of it. He brushes his fingertips down Hanzo’s arms, secret touches that would mean nothing to an outsider, but mean everything to Akande.

Hanzo takes notice, softly tries to talk him down, “I am not interested in-.” He looks to be fighting for words, face torn and bottom lip caught between his teeth, “I told you I could not.”

Disappointment is not something Akande is used to.  

He takes it in stride, however, and allows Hanzo his space.

“You could at least act like you are married to him.”

Akande slips out of sight, searching for a way to avoid the conversation between Hanzo and his younger brother.

“It is not-.” Hanzo’s sigh is deep, exhausted, “It is not that I do not like him.”

“Ah.” Genji’s voice has a realization in it.

Akande should leave, he has no business listening in on a private conversation-

“It is that you like him too much.”

There is no reply.

Akande slips away.

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Akande treads lightly. Smiles a little more, keeps his hands to himself.

Hanzo begins to smile back and they are breathtaking in intensity. A sucker punch to his gut when presented his way.

They begin to sync perfectly, wielding their combined intelligence and power like a perfectly honed blade. Akande concludes that there is no greater high than working at Hanzo’s side. No enemy they could ever face would be able to tear them down.

Then, it shifts.

Just enough for Hanzo’s casual brushes to mirror Akande’s earlier ones. His fingers are small, but his hands are strong. With the way he wields a bow, it is no surprise.

He finds out just how strong weeks later.

A deal nearly goes south and Hanzo is furious, but it is contained. Only Akande can spot the seething anger boiling under Hanzo’s careful facade. That fury is intoxicating, enticing.

He shoves Hanzo up against a wall when they return to the Shimada complex. Hanzo shoves back, teeth bared and hair loose around his face. Akande pins him, takes him right there in the hall where anyone could see them.

Hanzo’s breathing is labored, voice pleading and grip strong, so strong around Akande’s wrist as it barely holds him up.

Everything changes after that.

Touches become bold, kisses furious and secret. Hanzo tastes like a summer storm and every time their lips meet, electricity rolls down his spine. Akande can feel the dragons moving under Hanzo’s skin when they fuck, barely contained power in such a small package.

Akande can not see himself with anyone else.

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Hanzo is older now. His bow is bigger, his stance firm and his gaze strong.

Akande offers him his hand, a place at his side in Talon. They could be together again and tear the world down, just the two of them. Burn it until it is ash and then rise up from it, stronger, better.

Hanzo stares at him and there is something new in that gaze.

A change.

Someone has changed him.

He is still hard lines and haughty air, but there is a softness to his gaze, a new-

Akande’s throat seizes, but he swallows it back down. His chest blooms with pain, sharp and potent. He fights it, heart pounding as he waits for an answer.

“No.” Hanzo whispers, “I will find my own path.”

He turns on his heel and Akande watches him leave.

His chest lurches, throat tickling and he coughs, violent and sudden into his hand. He is afraid to look in his palm. Terror is a stranger to him, but this is worse than terror.

He coughs again, this time it is agonizing.

Akande pulls away and faces the truth.

His laugh is low, anguished.

Of course they would be cherry blossoms.

[birdaboo]

Ok quick question

Why are all the doomfist x hanzo fics so tragic and sad. Like they all start off happily and then all of the sudden they break up for some reason and Hanzo ends up with Mccree in every fic (no offense to mchanzo shippers I luv that ship too)

All I want is a happy ending ;-;

[sprockyeahlegion]

Image doing what they do best! With a little help from Dave Cockrum, that makes it COOOL! ( with a serious nod to the Imperial Guard too...ah the Legion Love!) --Big Bang #18 - 1996